AN Sorry Folks that's all I can say

:Previously: "And Padma!" Ron said appalled and seriously baffled. "What are you three...BLAISE ZAMBINI!"

Chapter 20

Blaise Zambini looked worse than Draco when he arrived at Grimmauld Place Number 12. His eyes were red as if he had been crying and he looked around nervously as if any little thing could frighten him. Neville and Gino gave small waves and Pavarti and Padma giggled for the boys in the large room were all quite handsome.

Mad that the Quidditch game was ruined, but more curious as to why their classmates were here, Ron descended first followed by the others, Harry and Draco trailing behind. Hermione stood up and greeted them all with a curt hello. After that there was a pregnant silence. No one spoke and somewhere deep in the house a cricket chirped. Finally Draco rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a cold tone. Parvarti huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "I could ask the same about you Malfoy." she spat and Padma beside nodded her head in the same pose as her sister. Draco pursed his lips.

"I'm here under protection."

"As are we."

It became silent again. "What happened?" Harry asked carefully and all of their faces matched Blaise's horrifically sad one.

"Th...there was an a...attack." Neville stuttered. "In Hogsmeade. We all just happened to be there."

"Death Eaters were everywhere. They were looking for something." Padma said her hands clutching the sides of her face. "Or someone." Pavarti added.

"Dumbledoreh showed up." Gino said. "We all were separated from our families and were trying to defend ourselves. He gave us a portkey and said we would be safe there. "

"And here you are." Hermione finished. She looked at Blaise. He had said nothing.

Everybody was shocked by the news. Hogsmeade attacked? Harry was shaking with silent anger. Would Voldemort's terror ever end? "And Hogsmeade?" he asked through clenched teeth.

Blaise looked down, his silky ebony hair falling into his eyes. "Destroyed." he whispered.

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The news of Hogsmeade's destruction was a slap to face not only to the students at Grimmauld Place but to the Minister of Magic.

Cornelius Fudge knew his reputation had been hanging by a string ever since the Daily Prophet officially announced that Voldemort had indeed come back. He hadn't wanted anyone to know. Now that Hogsmeade had been destroyed that late morning he had already received fifteen howlers and many letters to reside his position as Minister. No need to say, Fudge was furious, and terribly scared.

A rapt knock sounded on his door and the fraud man jumped. He wiped the sweat off his brow and got his bearings together and folded his hands over his desk. "Come in." he said, hating the way his voice squeaked.

Miggorian walked in. Fudge visibly relaxed. "Well?" he asked and the vampire woman frowned.

"Well what?" she snapped. "There's nothing I can do. Since Hogsmeade was attacked Dumbledore's been breathing down my back. I'm beginning to think he gave me the Defense of Dark Arts job just so to watch me."

Fudge rubbed his chin. "Yes, he's prodding to far in. But I don't understand why would You- Know- Who want to attack Hogsmeade? he speculated. It didn't make sense to him. The only advantage was that the small wizard town was close to Hogwarts. Fudge was not a Death Eater, nor did he want to be. Like many others he feared Voldemort to the highest extent.

Miggorian laughed. "It's none of your business fool." she snapped. "My Lord's actions is not of your concern. You're getting paid more than enough to keep quiet." she said and the Minister winced. It had been going on since he was in office. Fudge was greedy. He was paid to keep Death Eaters from being persecuted, and keeping information under the noses of the public. Yet, he was beginning to regret his decisions.

"B..but my position!" he exclaimed and Miggorian just looked at him disgusted before stalking out of the office leaving Fudge to hold his head in his hands.

As she left the Ministry, Miggorian smirked. Her Lord was getting much closer to his goal. All she needed to do was to find where Dumbledore hid the Potter brat and small Malfoy. Once outside, she apparated to the Riddle Mansion. It was dark save for a few pathetic floating candles. She sighed. Being half- vampire, she loved the calm, dangerous dark. She began to walk to the lower part of the mansion when a figure jumped out and stood ahead of her.

"Master is not pleased with your progress." the smug voice said and Miggorian scowled.

"Get out of my way Lestrange." Miggorian snapped. "You know just as I know that our Lord will be pleased. I'll find the two nuisances in no time and though the raid of Hogsmeade was not a success, I am needed. The vampires will join our Lord if I can strongly persuade them."

The hooded woman began to snicker. Suddenly she threw back her head and laughed much to the irritation of the vampiresss.

"What's so funny?" Miggorian demanded. Oh how she hated Bellatrix.

Bellatrix ceased her laughter and though the other woman could not see her face, she knew Lestrange was smirking.

"You." said Bellatrix in a strangely calm voice. "The Vampires have joined the Dark Lord." Miggorian smirked. Bellatrix continued. "But as I said before, Master is not pleased with your delays. He's got what he wanted out of you. You're of no need now."

Miggorian quivered in anger and her eyes turned red. "You tell lies!" he hissed, and her canine teeth extended to sharp fangs. Lestrange seemed bored. She pulled out her wand. She chuckled again. "Catch ya later bitch." she said and Miggorian leapt in the air with inhuman speed to attack.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A flash of green light erupted from the tip of the wand hitting Miggorian straight in the chest. The vampire's body hit the ground, unmoving. Bellatirx's mad cackling bounced in the large empty corridor. Slowly, she pulled off her hood and gazed into the air. "Be ready for me Potter."

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Sheltering twelve teenagers and several adults, Grimmauld place was relatively quiet. Hermione was buried in a book and Ron, Fred, and George were awed by the box full of moving pictures, and everything! The female twins were sniffling in napkins worried about their kinfolk and Gino and Neville just stared at the walll. Draco was glaring at Blaise who looked as if he were about to break and Harry had rushed off to see the only person he considered family that wasn't dead. Yup, it was an awkward time indeed. The lounge they were all in were filled with the annoying laughter of SpongeBob and Fred and George snickering, when out from the fireplace with a loud WHOOSH stood Dumbledore.